The principal occupation of the women, he tells us—their daily life—is to lie in bed till nine or ten in the morning; to spend two hours in dressing themselves; then to go to dinner; then, “their heads pretely mizzeled with wine,” they walk abroad for a time; or they sit at their open doors showing their braveries to passers-by; or they pretend business in the town and carry a basket, “under what pretence pretie concerts are practised.” Or again they have those gardens in the fields outside already alluded to, whither they repair with a boy and a basket and meet their lovers. A WOMAN’S DAY “Daily till ten a clocke a bed she lyes, And then againe her Lady-ship doth rise, Her Maid must make a fire, and attend To make her ready; then for wine sheele send, (A morning pinte), she sayes her stomach’s weake, And counterfeits as if shee could not speake, Vntill eleuen, or a little past, About which time, euer she breakes her fast; Then (very sullen) she wil pout and loure, And sit down by the fire some halfe an houre. At twelue a clocke her dinner time she keepes, Then gets into her chaire, and there she sleepes Perhaps til foure, or somewhat thereabout; And when that lazie humour is worne out, She cals her dog, and takes him in her lap, Or fals a beating of her maid (perhap) Or hath a gossip come to tell a tale, Or else at me sheele curse, and sweare, and rale, Or walk a turne or two about the Hall, And so to supper and to bed: heeres all This paines she takes; and yet I do abuse her: But no wise man, I thinke, so kind would vse her....” STUBBES, _Anatomie of Abuses_, Part ii. p. 274.